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Just a few petals

of sun have ignited

the pond

and already I am 

sinking in light,

an unseen light,

which is everything,

only pretending to be broken,

to be form,

to be you and I 

until the day we surge

back into shapeless,

unleashed joy that

for now is only a

honey-colored, 

rain-scented

legend on the edge

of awareness.

And here comes the wind

with its ghost body

splashing through

leaves and sky,

all tinsel and dizzy green. 

Make room for me,

romping spirit,

rinse me 

in the floating hope

that traveled all the way

from Heaven.

Tell me more about God . . .

See, the crane knows:

Without moving,

he stepped out of the

backdrop of his

shaggy world

and here he is unfolding

into a shock of 

wings and power—

what a conspiracy of beauty

and wordless understanding

I can somehow unravel . . .

So here is truth: 

We never left.

We never failed.

It was here all the time—

that thing we were screaming

for in the part of ourselves 

we forget is real.

Wandering now . . .

beyond the silence,

a stranger in all this 

knowing.

In the Absolute we are

the Unseen. We return

to where we began:

in the complete

and unquestioning love

that always was.

Patricia Joan Jones